Bull looked at him keenly and he smiled. "Yeah, and when you look like me, the effort is minimal." Bull didn't have to project anything monstrous; he just had to exist. But when he did, it was particularly effective. It didn't hurt that he really did like killing things, or that he was good at it.

"You a monster where you come from, Brekker?"

The boy was all sharp edges in well tailored clothes. Bull had seen the look before.